Chapter 220: The Peach Blossom Luck Bloodline

Chen Xiyi sighed. He watched as Ye Fan, his one friend in this world, vanished from his friend list.

“Honestly,” he thought, “if these cookie-cutter harem protagonists weren’t so obsessed with women, they’d all be incredibly promising.”

Lately, because of this friend situation, Chen Xiyi had headaches. The social customs of Qian Country weren’t great. Finding a loyal friend wasn’t like it was in modern times or ancient eras. People were restless, valuing self-interest above all else. Even winning kids’ favor was hard.

After screening lots of people through his system’s database, he concluded: getting a 3-star friend was possible with effort. But 4-star or higher friends seemed tricky. Saving someone’s life might not even earn it. It wasn’t that such people didn’t exist; they were just hard to find.

“Forget it,” he decided. “Better to wait. If it doesn’t work out, give up friends in this world. Just produce Fairy Coins like in Dali, then.”

If friends were too difficult, fine. The gains might not match the Qi Refiner World or the martial arts world, but the Fairy Coin was an extremely scarce, currency-like spiritual item. At least it could fix his lack of spiritual items.

“I could revive the Gu Martial Artist system,” he mused. “Push it further. Best would be enhancing lifespan and developing patch-up upgrades for existing systems.” That was aimed at Wang Li and the Great Li Kingdom. Gu Martial Artists suited the Age of Dharma Decline perfectly. Wang Li’s letter said he’d become a Gu Martial Artist using the Secret Gu Martial Arts of the Unity of Heaven and Man. Guaranteeing Wang Li’s power and lifespan meant a steady supply of Fairy Coins later. As long as Wang Li lived, this supply line stayed open. Less ideally, as long as his Empress lived. Essentially, their boss being his man ensured a constant profit stream from this trade route.

“Get the system to calculate this using big data first,” Chen Xiyi ordered. “It’ll take longer than if I did it. Resource-heavy too. But my hands are full right now.” He glanced at the four slowly forming embryos before instructing his system to create the next step above the Longevity Martial Artist, based on the Gu Martial Arts framework.

After reaching the Longevity Martial Artist stage, if one didn’t join the Sequence or enter the Spirit World, the “root-source immortality” bug-like ability didn’t come. Strength might increase. Lifespan might stretch to three hundred years. Just living longer. But three hundred years? To Li Zhao or Lin Feng, it was a blink of an eye. Even for Chen Xiyi, three hundred years of hiding was nothing. For Wang Li, though? That was likely his whole life. So, further development needed to focus on Immortality—staying at peak condition forever. Only then could Wang Li’s rule stay stable.

If he weren’t tied up with urgent research, he’d handle this himself. His project was simple: cloning Ye Fan, Qin Tian, Chu Ge, and that anonymous Peach Blossom Luck guy he’d killed earlier.

If the power passed through bloodlines, Chen Xiyi pulling a cuckoo taking over the nest scenario could teach the mastermind a lesson about treacherous hearts. His Shelter had isolation properties—probably synced with Moyan’s Name Obscured by Blood ability. Meaning, anyone outside likely couldn’t observe its interior.

“The embryos are draining resources weirdly,” he noted. “About five times worse than normal clones. And that multiplier seems to be rising… Is it because of the bloodline ability development?”

Chen Xiyi frowned, confused by the embryo readings.

[Clone Ye Fan, Health Points: 100%, Status: Growing]

[Ability 1: Peach Blossom Luck]

[Ability 2: Generating…]

[Ability 3: Generating…]

He examined Ye Fan’s clone. Ability 1 was active: Peach Blossom Luck. Abilities 2 and 3 were forming. “Confirmed,” Chen Xiyi murmured. “It’s a bloodline ability. Whether it’s the legendary skills or minor Immortality Path mastery… Sure, hard work maybe played a role, but the bloodline inheritance is key.”

“Wait,” he thought. “If I dig deeper… could I trace back to their bloodline’s origin?” He flipped through the book Li Zhao sent—the latest edition, covering Qi Refiner body modifications. Stuff like the Phoenix Bloodline he’d seen on Sacred Knight Chris.

Bloodline Knights were Holy Purple Iris Empire’s superhuman system—weak sauce against Qi Refiners, but full of potential. Qi Refiners’ newest bodies were Chimeric hybrids—complex artificial bloodlines fused from various sources. Good enough now to house a Qi Refiner’s Primordial Spirit… except for extremely ancient beings like Ji Shan; their sheer scale didn’t fit. Qi Refiners were currently tracing back giant-sized ancient bloodlines—probing bloodline origins. For them, this was part of absorbing knowledge. Perfect for Chen Xiyi. He’d learned bloodline lore through these texts. Li Zhao’s letter even promised: “Next time, I’ll send you a cool bloodline sample for your inspection.”

“Needs around twenty times the normal nutrients,” Chen Xiyi observed, eyeing the fully formed clone Ye Fan. “So activating and inheriting the bloodline gulps resources.” The clone’s final abilities appeared: Legendary Healing Art and minor Immortality Path mastery.

“It’s still a clone,” Chen Xiyi muttered. “Named Ye Fan, yet fundamentally blank, lacking memories… Wait. It HAS memories.”

He quickly extracted memories from the clone. Healing techniques and some Immortality Path knowledge appeared. Comparing them to the real Ye Fan’s brain, Chen Xiyi saw they matched. Only Ye Fan’s lived experiences were missing from the clone.

“This suggests Peach Blossom Luck is inherent to the bloodline,” Chen Xiyi deduced. “And the inherited knowledge carried by these Bloodline Bearers… isn’t encrypted.”

He pulled the inherited memories from the other three clones’ brains too. Comparing the anonymous man’s memories confirmed it: Legendary Combat Art and minor Martial Way mastery matched across both sets. Chen Xiyi hadn’t scanned Qin Tian or Chu Ge’s memories, so he couldn’t confirm theirs. But based on Ye Fan and the anonymous Bearer, their clones’ inheritance likely mirrored the originals.

Every Peach Blossom Luck Bloodline Bearer received specific inherited knowledge. Even the three clones with minor Martial Way mastery and Legendary Combat Art learned different things. Chen Xiyi suspected the bloodline’s origin source divided up the knowledge before transmission. The core wasn’t the minor mastery or Legendary ability; it was the Peach Blossom Luck. The other two abilities were likely derivatives.

“A Karma-based bloodline inheritance ability… That’s practically a cheat!” Chen Xiyi probed the clones’ bloodlines deeper. If the blood carried knowledge, could its fundamental fragments hide the complete legacy, not just scraps?

“Such a cheat ability… Who does it belong to?” he pondered. “Why would someone spread their legacy like this? And why disguise it as self-taught knowledge by the Peach Blossom Luck Bearers?” Doubts crept in about Ye Fan’s memories. Maybe they were fake. Possibly all Inheritors’ related memories were fabrications—mental blocks placed by the Peach Blossom Luck bloodline. How else could his surveillance near Huangqishan Mountain remain undisturbed? For his nine masters, he’d even dispatched Thousand Faces—not one, but six Fairies inside! Backed by his Home Game’s oversight, yet… total silence. At first, it seemed caution. Continued quiet made him question Ye Fan’s memory… or any Bearer’s.

This memory mental block wasn’t innate. It activated based on triggers. It might even affect the women influenced by the Peach Blossom Luck Karma.

Deep into studying the clone Bearers, the system interrupted. Ling Hu needed contact.

“Boss,” Ling Hu reported. “Mission complete. All Beauty Version 3 units deployed across Yanzhou. Next orders?” Three months since the first Beauty Type 3 deployment. Ling Hu had recruited personnel and arranged drops simultaneously, never catching a break. Recently improved only after hiring assistants. Mixed abilities and mental states, but competent workers—all victims of Peach Blossom Luck Bearers: businessmen ruined, families torn apart, young heirs impoverished by jealous rivals… all tragic figures. Ling Hu chose capable ones like deposed CEOs or bankrupt heirs—people who’d built things and prospered before encountering Bearers. Many crippled. Some insane. Revived by the Heaven Demon Divine Skill Gu pill, they worked for Chen Xiyi now. Their job? Play roles—delivering Beauty Types to the Bearers.

“Keep ten percent in Yanzhou for rechecks,” Chen Xiyi ordered. “Send the rest to Bizhou. New base operational. Location sent via Central System. Repeat Plan: Recruit. Deploy. Remember: Never antagonize targets. If they notice something suspicious? Immediately ditch that identity. Ditch personnel if needed. Exposure unacceptable. Understood?”

Chen Xiyi didn’t micromanage this anymore. Dedicated teams wrote scripts, analyzed targets via system big data, trained recruits, and even funded themselves.

“Yes, Boss,” Ling Hu replied. “But keeping such numbers… an overly large organization risks exposure.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Chen Xiyi said evenly. “Just be cautious.” Exposure meant intruders—marked red as hostile NPCs. Entering his Shelter? Death awaited them. Member exposure? Unavoidable. Secrecy couldn’t hold forever; walls have cracks. He’d prepared for leaks: big operations, not petty crimes. As long as he hid well, the core leader stayed hidden.